Stan was awkward, not sure how the children would react, but Sammy had no reserves. She leapt at him and gushed: "Mr Best, you have been away ever so long. And this is such a nice lady you brought. Is she your wife? She looks nice. What is your name?"
The brunette leant down and touched the little cheek. "I'm Jenny, sweetie. And Stan is my husband. How clever of you to see that."
Sammy stared. "I'm Sammy, my little sister there is Sweetie. And did you hurt your leg? You walk funny."
Elizabeth had risen from the couch and now called: "Sammy, don't pester our guests. Please come inside. Jenny, I am pleased to meet you. Stan has become a close friend, I hope not at the expense of your relationship. He really meant a lot to us, he spent days and nights making sure we were safe."
Jenny gave a tight smile and nodded. "I am glad to have him back, but I also know what his work means to him. Our careers have taken us on different routes many times and it is hard sometimes. Still, I am glad you made time to see me."
Elizabeth leant over and took her hand. "Jenny, I did not have to make time for you, or space in our lives. You are here, you are part of our family, like Stan has become. Now, since he is no longer required to keep a professional distance, I hope he will be more relaxed. Tell me about yourself while Stan gets us something to drink. Terry will be home soon and Sunitra and Bill are coming over for the weekend. Sunitra is my teacher and I count on her to guide me in healing meditation, to try to repair the damage in my head. You know the story?"
Jenny nodded. "Stan told me enough. Well, our story is not all that complicated. We were in the same theatre, he needed some intelligence, my team was sent in to get it. Battlefield intelligence. He was given incomplete information and so we walked into an ambush. I must add, he had doubts about letting a woman lead a team into that sort of combat situation. Well, we took fire, got hit, I lost two men. The promised backup was in the wrong place so he put together a team of men he could grab together and came to get us out. A chef, a mechanic, a radio operator... So picture the scene: Casualties getting carried back, I am trying to lay down fire to keep the enemy heads down while screaming at him for bringing non-combatants into battle. He warned, saw someone firing from my right, I swore at him to stay out of my battle. That's when I got hit. He carried me out while I was still trying to fire back. That was when the cavalry finally arrived. Romantic, huh?"
Elizabeth gave a short laugh. "Many would think so. I can see what it cost you, not just in being wounded, but in pride, in losing face..."